"Send in the Quarter Back!"
"In here, Boss?"
"Yes, Tony, you didn't think I went through all this just to sell tickets to a castration did you? Though I admit, I'd've considered it, if I'd known we'd get this kind of gate, I might have done it. There must be 50 guys in the other room ready and willing to pay $150 to watch, but it's still chump change compared to the $50K Tyler Madison is paying."
Tony opened the bookcase and returned with Don De Soto. His crew had done a great job. Don DeSoto cut quite a figure in red and white uniform. He looked like the stereotypical All-American hero--well, maybe a little short, but proportional. Manny nodded toward the stool next to the work table.
"Well, Don, ready to experience the ultimate change?" Manny patted his crotch.
"You killed my brother, so why should I care about my balls, Manuel?"
"Killed yo--? Never mind. By the way it's Emmaneus, not Manuel." Manny lifts Don's jersey, and smiles. The stripping of the stud will make a good show, Manny thinks.
"Drink this, Donny." He hands Don a beaker of steaming hot, red liquid.
"More anesthetic?" Don asks shaking his head.
"No, in fact, it may increase the sensation of pain. But it will make it easier to reattach afterward."
A look of amazement crept slowly across his face, Don looked up with hope, "I didn't know you planned to reattach them? Is that possible?"
Don's eyes look from the beaker down to his crotch. Thoughts of his tiny brother's demise were forgotten.
Forgotten, but not gone. Bryan watched the entire spectacle through Manny's eyes. He heard every word, but his attempts to free his brother met with firm mental resistance from the mob boss/wizard. Though his thought to have Manny pick his nose, proved extremely successful.
"Well, Don, bottoms up! It's time for your show to begin."
Don tipped back the drink, it was his only hope, though he strongly suspected it was a false hope.